South Side Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the South Side Post Office, every morning around sunrise, a regular would arrive early with his dog. The dog always stopped midway through the entrance, sniffing intently at an old wooden bench. No one knew why until one day, a little girl passing by pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘It smells like pancakes!’ It turned out that every morning the mailman’s wife prepared fresh pancakes for him before he left on his rounds. She’d leave them cooling on that very bench, their delicious scent wafting through the air. Word spread quickly among the neighbors, who started showing up earlier just to catch a whiff of those irresistible breakfast treats.

2. At the South Side Post Office, one day after closing, an old mail truck backed into the loading dock. A small dog emerged from under its wheels, wagging its tail and panting—clearly not scared, but excited to be free. The delivery driver scratched his head, wondering how he missed such a tiny passenger. The little dog trotted over to the nearest postal worker, who knelt down with a smile. ‘Looks like you’ve got yourself a new friend,’ said a regular customer, patting the pup on the head. The delivery driver shook his head, laughing softly. ‘Guess I’ll just add another item to my route tomorrow.’

3. At the South Side Post Office, one afternoon before closing, a delivery driver left a package on the counter with a note reading ‘Open only when everyone has gone home.’ Soon enough, everyone left except for an old lady who came in to mail her letters. She picked up the package curiously and opened it just as she was locking the door behind herself. Inside was a box of freshly baked cookies labeled 'Thanks for keeping our little secret!' The next day, everyone brought their own treats to share.

4. At the South Side Post Office, one foggy morning, a small dog appeared out of nowhere and began following the mail carrier's bicycle, its tail wagging excitedly. As they rode down the quiet street, the little dog kept up, jumping onto each curb as if it knew exactly where it was going. Eventually, an elderly neighbor called out, ‘Hey, isn’t that your dog, Alice?’ The mail carrier stopped, looked around, shrugged, and said, ‘I guess I’ll take him home for lunch!’